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Sick DayBeing sick is never fun. I never got sick very often, even as a child- but this one is particularly stubborn. "(Sniff, Hack!) Ugh." I can't help but make disgusting noises like this- it's not easy to be attractive when your entire body weight (in snot) happens to be dribbling out of your nose.
"You know, Cindy-" He starts, but I interrupt with another coughing fit.
"(Cough! Cough!) Hang on." I reach for the (number 17, 000) tissue and blow. "Ew." I don't know why I have the particularly nasty habit of glancing inside the tissues I fill, but I do, and then I regret it. He rolls his eyes at me- he doesn't understand this habit of mine either. So I grin and hold it out to him.
An eyebrow goes up, reaching upward on his huge head. "Not...really. Why is it that you always do that to yourself?" He says, smile growing as he shakes his head.
I glance down at the pile of filled tissues laying around me. "Ah duno." I say, my stuffed nose blocking my ability to talk.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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